No, I haven’t seen him. What do you mean, I look guilty? Maybe he went for a walk or something, I dunno. But I know for sure that I didn’t eat Rubber Ducky. No, definitely not.
Let me guess, Jenny B.: Calgon.
From the category archives: Uncategorized
Scientists Discover Evolved, Even More Unenthused, Breed
December 11, 2009 By
When our team engaged specimen (code name “Blow Dry”) with friendly snuggles and delicious alfalfa, specimen exhibited fascinating new “threatening” behavior.
Meet the Puffer Bun.
What’s it like living with Santa Claws, Hillary B.
Dainty, She Ain’t
December 11, 2009 By
When she wasn’t driving her rig, Bertha liked to let it all hang out and relax. Not surprisingly, her roommate, Prudence, wasn’t around much.
What a lady, Charlotte D.
Ladies & Gentlemen, the Clever Hamsters
December 11, 2009 By
It was another tear-stained night in the French Quarter, heartbreak hanging over every street like a grieving fog. There was already a row of shot glasses on the bar in front of me, drained like fallen soldiers, but I still had sorrows to drown.
It was Amateur Night, when every cab driver with the ten-spot to get his horn out of hock took his turn in the shadows of Parker and Gillespie. A beady-eyed quartet shuffled on stage; with luck, they’d only butcher a few numbers before slinking away in shame. I ordered another shot and braced myself for the worst.
But then they started to play…
Like coolsville, Amy F.
Friday Haiku: Puppy Uppers!
December 11, 2009 By
Prosh pal punchy, pooped?
Popping power pill provides
Plenty pep for pup
Quite a pick-me-up, Danée A.
Cute Overload Inadvertently Destroys a Computer
December 11, 2009 By
This is outrageous!
Why do you need to surf the net to see other cats?! We’ll see how cute you think he is after I claw his face off.
Don’t bill us, Beylah R.
Don’t Cross the Maltesie Crime Family
December 10, 2009 By
Hey boss, I ain’t workin’ for free here. I dug your hole, but if you want me to – you know – “bury the bone” too, then that’s gonna cost you extra.
Oh, you’ll bury the bone. You’ll do it quickly. And you’ll do it quietly. And fortunately for you, I’m going to try and forget your very unfortunate attitude.
Has anyone seen Sir Purrsalot, Gwyneth D. and Ariel C.?
Hedgehog: It’s What’s for Dinner
December 10, 2009 By
Oh sure, every time we show you a baby bunny, or a cute kitteh, you people are all like “Squeee! Ah wawna pop heem in mah mouf!“ Well, bon appétit, kiddies! (On the plus side, you won’t need a toothpick after dinner.)
What wine goes with hedgehog, Brittany H.?
Auf Wiedersehen, Bernice
December 10, 2009 By
I’m not molting right now, so I couldn’t knit the look I intended. But I think this works as a cowl neck, no?
No, SilverHonu.
Ahoy-hoy!
December 9, 2009 By
Smithers, it seems that while sunning myself on this giant orange rind, my limbs dehydrated again.
Get me my B12 shot before these ninnies mistake me for an urchin and throw me out to sea.
♪ He may be called Toothpick, but he’ll always be Monty, to me ♪ (with apologies to Billy Joel), Jean T.
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